But there was a nicer tea than usual—bread-and-honey, plum-jam, a bit of gingerbread, and a slice of melon.
He eyed it uncomfortably, then after a struggle went out again to the verandah.
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]“I heard when you called,” he said, red in the face; “you’d better take those things away.”
“What things?” said his mother as coldly as ever. “I know you heard me.”
“There’s some cake and melon on the table,” said Clif.
Alf went so red they both knew whose doing it was.
“I only thought we’d go halves,” he said apologetically.
His mother kissed him.
“If Clif’s conscience will let him eat it, he may,” she said.
Clif went in again with heavy step, took a slice of bread-and-honey, and started out again for his den.